Cocky Roomie_ A Bad Boy Romance Novel(14)
Picking up the coffee, I head out.
I’m pissed now, and I almost leave without a word.
But my ego won’t let me. Turning slowly around, I level on her. “Drew, let me save you from feeling sorry for me. It would have been a mercy fuck had I taken you to my bed. Good luck on your interview.”
Her jaw drops and I walk out.
As soon as I’m in my room, I set the coffee down, rake my fingers through my hair and swear under my breath, “Fucking shit motherfucker dammit all to hell.”
DREW
F uck him!
As if his bed was some kind of gift! I was so tempted last night, but not anymore!
I stomp off to my room, throwing a look toward his along the way. His door is closed. How the hell am I going to live under these circumstances?
“Jake, that was rude and uncalled for!” I shout with a lot more volume than I knew myself capable of.
Muffled, he shouts back, “Truth is the best policy!”
I scream, “Screw you!” running into my room.
His door opens and he shouts, “Not if you begged me!”
“Oh my God!”
That bastard is using my own words against me. I run out of the bedroom to give him a piece of my mind and scream when I find him naked in his doorway, smirking and crossing his arms as I come into view.
“Problem, Drew?”
“Just a little one,” I hiss.
He tenses and looks down. There is nothing little about his cock but I got him to look.
“It’s not hard!”
“I meant your brain! I could care less about your enormous cock!”
His face is a battle of anger and confusion. “Fuck you!”
A triumphant grin spreads from my stomach on up. “Not if you begged me. Ha! Those are my words! MINE!” I spin around and run to my room, slamming the door as hard as I can.
A slam in the distance echoes mine. I pace around my room wondering what to do with myself. I left my coffee in the kitchen, and boy do I need it. I haven’t eaten. My makeup isn’t on. My hair is wet. I have a job interview in…three hours. Is that enough time to get my head on straight?
“See, this is the problem with men!” I grumble under my breath. “They are huge distractions!”
It’s very clear that as soon as this month is up, I have to move out.
With my head in my hands I wait until the sound of the front door slamming to let me know the jerk has finally left for work.
I hate that man. I really, really hate him.
JAKE
“We’re gonna be sending you to Colorado,” Don tells me as soon as I walk into his office.
I freeze, hardhat swaying in my hand. “Denver?”
“Yeah.” He goes back to shuffling through diagrams of the desalinization plant we’re replacing old sand in. He’s looking for something he lost. From this distracted place, he tells me, “Dwight’s gone back to boozing.”
“Shit, Uncle Don,” I mutter as I dust off my khakis and watch him discover the paper he needs.
“Aha!” Looking up at me, his triumphant eyes falter at my expression. “Jake, I know you don’t want to leave your family, but we need someone there I can rely on. That’s you.”
“That’s a hell of a compliment.” Looking at my hat, I add, “You can count on me.”
“I know that. You know how to run my company almost as well as I do.”
“I don’t know about that. Jobs maybe, but not the whole umbrella.”
He leans back in his chair. “Don’t be so modest. Working for me since you were fifteen has taught you more than you realize. I want Dwight to get his act together. He’s goin’ through a rough patch after what happened.”
“Damn tragedy.”
“Yeah. Worst kind of thing that can happen to a man,” Uncle Don agrees. “And I think he just needs some time, so I’m not willing to hire someone new to take his position. You’ll go there and run things until he gets sober again.”
That could take years. Who knows when a guy will kick a habit?
“Right,” I mutter. “Well, that’s real good of you.”
“You know I like to give people a chance, Jake. The only thing that’s important is our relationship to other human beings. It’s what’s matters. He needs a helping hand. We’re going to give it to him.”
I nod and head to my office, feeling like I’ve been punched and can’t fight back. My family roots are strong. I’ve never lived outside Atlanta. I won’t even be in the same state as them now. They’re going to like this even less than I do.
Uncle Don shouts after me, “You’re interviewing an administrative assistant in half an hour!”
I’m reviewing notes on the Denver job to prepare myself for what I have to deal with there, when I hear three voices in the main office – my uncle, Juan, and a quiet female.